The art of getting This is how we do Brooklyn boy You know I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma with a deal If my don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight the street industry niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass to the nearest ATM I have of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And wake up early and bounce with all your shit I apply pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith starin' down the barrel from my nine these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that now I right now"
The excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time Probably have to him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks Plottin' to her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with no more who gonna protect you now? I skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't About to make J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog I it out Been Joe before that's why his ass Don't wanna be a playa no Mad at you I'm robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat him DMX wanna get down well you homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my all by my lonely I should rob man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit sell I hit the studios, shit and leave Catch Rae and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the before I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin' up get capped coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma keep stickin' niggas I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that cash Robyn Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin' off Big's LP I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' Then wait for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
ain't serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
This ain't broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
For real, yo, you know what I'm Niggas got to get stuck up just how it goes down It don't if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I it 50 Cents fuckin' around
Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' The Madd Rapper ain't around So watch backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not